The dawn is breaking, through the sky, br the day is bright and full of hope; br I must be off, don't know just why, br but I must not sit around and mope. br br There are new things to discover, br and old familiar things to see; br I 'steal' away from my sweet lover, br to gather in, these things that be. br br To watch the lives around me shine, br to feel the coolness of the morn; br to drink in thoughts that flow like wine, br to feel once more why I was born. br br To feel the lovely winter's breath, br to hear the dove's sad, plaintive song; br to think no morbid thoughts of death, br to hide the soul from all that's wrong. br br To send a smile to all the strangers, br to lift the hearts of those that fall; br to ward the weak from sudden dangers, br to tear down each oppressive wall.